Of my desires.
Of my training.
Of my pain.
And of every moment of pleasure he’d allow.
In other words, he was breathtaking.
He stood three feet away from the bed, his chest rising and falling at he stared down at me. Even though I wasn’t able to see the darkness in his eyes, I felt his heated gaze through every inch of my body. Another growl slipped past his lips as he tore off his coat, tossing it aside. He removed his shirt next, yanking it over his head and shoulders then advancing toward the bed.
“Take off your clothes. I need to see all of you,” he commanded in the husky voice I’d come to love.
I eased off the bed, every part of me shaking as I fumbled to unfasten the button on my jeans, part of a handful of clothes purchased at Dante’s insistence before we left town. Lorenzo’s eyes never left me as I struggled to remove my clothes, barely able to slide the jeans over my hips.
Lorenzo moved closer only when I only had on my red thong, the single sexy purchase I’d made.
For him.
For the man I both feared and loved.
“Stop,” he commanded before I was able to remove them. “So damn beautiful.”
The second I felt the heat of his body, I let out a single whimper. He was so overpowering in every manner, his needs and desires mixed into one.
“Turn around,” he stated.
I obeyed instantly, clenching my fists as I performed the required act.
“Mmm… I’d almost forgotten just how incredible you were.” He reached out, using the tip of his index finger, swirling around first one nipple then the other.
Another whimper escaped my lips, the electricity soaring to the point my entire body was humming from the high voltage.
He trailed his finger down my stomach, fingering the thin elastic of my panties. When he began to ease both sides down my hips, I was forced to grasp his shoulders for fear of falling. I could no longer feel my legs. I’d lost all sense of time, unable to focus. The man had that kind of hold on me, dominating in every way.
As the soft lace began to fall to the floor, I closed my eyes. I had no memory of kicking them to the side but when he tapped the inside of my thigh, a subtle demand to open my legs for him, I realized just how naked and vulnerable I was.
And I loved every second of it.
“Place your hands behind your head,” he directed as he flexed his fingers open, brushing the tips down my face.
I was drunk from his scent, his prowess, and did as he asked, finding myself leaning into him. I knew better than to utter a single word, his concentration so extreme.
He dragged his fingers across my breast, sliding them around my back as he moved behind me. “Bend over, doll.”
I bit back a moan as I bent at the waist, knowing exactly what he was searching for. The second he twisted the plug back and forth, I let out an exaggerated breath.
“You wore it,” he whispered, thrusting the thick rubber in and out several times.
“Yes, sir. Of course, sir.” The words seemed to come so easily, as if I’d belonged to him for years.
“A good girl. Perhaps your spanking won’t be as severe.”
I couldn’t help but smile. Perhaps I’d craved his firm hand, the tingles associated with the slice of pain. I no longer questioned my feelings for him, simply forced to accept that he’d imprisoned me with his mind and the glorious body that had brought me such intense and beautiful rapture.
He brought me to a standing position, immediately dropping his head and biting down on my neck as he cupped and squeezed my breasts. “Delicious.”
My knees almost buckled as he bit even harder, marking me once again as his. When he pinched my nipples, twisting them brutally, I dropped my head, taking several deep breaths. There wasn’t anything that could feel so exquisite.
Seconds later, he released his hold, walking back in front of me, a wry smile on his face. As he unfastened his belt, taking his time to slide the thick leather from the belt loops, his nostrils flared. I could tell his mouth was watering, longing to punish me for some unknown sin.
Perhaps worry.
Perhaps fear.
I didn’t care, almost ready to beg him to spank me. I wanted to feel alive, to know that he would stop at nothing to keep me safe.
When he was completely naked, he threw back his head, issuing a husky roar so primitive in nature. It was as if he wanted the world to know I belonged to him.
No matter the consequences.
With a quick snap of his hand, he snagged my wrist, sitting down on the bed with an exaggerated move and yanking me over his lap. For all the spankings I’d received during the last few days, this was much more personal.
“You’re going to be a good little girl and maintain position for me,” he said in a husky tone as he pressed his hand against the small of my back.
“Yes, sir.” I planted my hands on the floor, not bothering to ask why he was giving me a round of punishment. At this point, it honestly didn’t matter. The thought was riveting, scintillating in a manner I wasn’t expecting.
He rubbed both ass cheeks, caressing them lovingly. His breath was still labored, the weight of the world crushing down on him. The first two smacks were almost loving, the sensations dazzling. He kneaded my skin again before sliding his finger down the crack of my ass.